Encoded transmission 596731

I have a position that may be of interest to you Agent Voth. A recent opening in Galares has become available and I believe your skills would be most suited to the position, please find the details in the enclosed attachment.

Encoded transmission 596732

To whom it may concern, and yes Naradas I know it is you, you’re far too easy to read even in text format. I will consider the position against my current one and let you know in due course.

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Nath made him wait, and wait, and wait some more. All in all, she let the proposal lie for over two standard weeks. The Iridonian did think on it though - it was a decision purely made on instinct and a natural need for revenge.

There was no way to get back at the Human for what he had done. What he had taken away from her couldn’t be undone, not even close - but she could at least gain something from this. Her mind ticked over the possibilities, all the while Zakath’s shade whispered sweet words of revenge into her ear as she sat in pensive silence.

Nath could feel him there - he was close, so very close and yet not. It was so very unsettling, most would have tried to place as much distance as possible between them, but the longer she gazed at the reconstructed skull in her quarters, the more she knew it to be the only path left to her.

A tug, that was how she could describe the sensation, the Force informing her in which path to take without ever using words. The more her mind acquiesced, the stronger he became - it took time and effort to extend his will on her; she was strong in that regard. However, the seeds had already been sown by the man himself. Zakath had very little work in truth, it just took much of his energy to keep reminding her of what was important.

What was needed.

No Retreat.
No Surrender.
No Regrets.

The Iridonian took a perverse amount of satisfaction in making Naradas sweat it out. After reading the specs of the position she knew she was the only one that could take the role and do it effectively without leaving the victim completely useless at the end of it all.

She sighed as she took a glance at her final contract, it was complete. There was nothing left to keep him waiting as she sent across the data she opened up a new tab and accepted the position, however, it was begrudgingly done.

***

Twenty four standard hours later

The shuttle docked, Nath stepped out with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She wasn’t remotely impressed by the ship, to her it was a bauble on the crown of Galeres and nothing more. It may be new but it meant nothing.

Waiting in the docking bay was Teroch, and stood next to him was Naradas. The Iridonian barely came to a halt to greet them, not really caring what their thoughts on her arrival were.

Naradas was the first to intercept her, he immediately regretted the decision, not expecting her to lean in close enough for the second head-butt he would receive from her in his lifetime. His knees buckled as his nose broke, Teroch tried not to laugh at the Human’s suffering but couldn’t completely hold back the snort of laughter from escaping.

Nath kept walking, a small splatter of crimson flecked across her passive expression as she did.

“When does Kalon arrive?” She didn’t hesitate to speak Mando’a with him, knowing full well he knew she could speak it.

“Soon.” With a nod, she parted ways seeking out a place of her own but not heading to the habitation areas, rather down lower into the sub-decks. She was unable to see the flicker of Zakath as the sudden surge in the Dark Side of the Force, feeding on the loathing that emanated from every pore of her being.

“Soon Naradas.” The sibilant hiss in his ear made the Sith tense and his eyes widen, the feeling of Zakath’s presence coming back stronger than ever before.